The Ghost of Tomorrow

You’ll be pulled in the wake of the truth future brings

Where the ghost of reality waits in the wings

You’ll be wary and tired of the trouble it weaves,

And you’ll question its timing, and you’ll fail to believe

But as true as it is that you live and you breathe,

Its ghost will show up in the morning.

You will question the standing of unwritten rules

You’ll abide by the past and you’ll feel like a fool

While your life will get cast in a whole different light

And you won’t be excused from the truth that it brought

And whether you protest, you seethe or you doubt,

Its ghost will show up in the morning.

You’ll get mad at the waste that it made of your time

You’ll find people to blame and you’ll sulk, and you’ll whine

And the light will shine brighter in your tired eyes

Revealing realities you can’t deny

And whether you suffer, you run or you lie,

Its ghost will show up in the morning.

You’ll be shamed by the crudeness that’s thrust on your heart

You’ll be naked and scared, have your soul ripped apart

But the truth will be there, universal and hard

It will outlast your life, and your dreams and your pride

And whether you bargained, you feared or you cried

Its ghost will show up in the morning.